Buzz——
Countless ink-colored silk threads are embedded in the flesh of the demon Buddha, and neatly arranged barbs grow on the surface of each thread.
When the ink silk is running, the barbs will cut through the skin and bones cleanly like a chain saw blade.
Under the severe pain, the demon Buddha struggled hard and slapped Li Ang on the shoulder with a palm, scattering a large amount of ink. The wind of the palm continued unabated and blasted a big hole in the wings.
Li Ang did not take a step back, letting the wounds on his shoulders and wings heal on their own, and continued to cut the opponent's body with greater force.
After evolution, Mosi is simply the nemesis of the devil.
Not only is it extremely resistant to demonic energy, but it can also heal itself quickly.
Even if you trade injury for injury, you can still outlast your opponent.
The demonic eyes on the back of the demon Buddha shined brightly, and he controlled the rope to try to strangle Li Ang.
However, the silk can be freely deformed, and there is no so-called key point or weakness at all.
Suddenly, the demon Buddha stopped all movements.
He took a deep look at Li Ang, and the demonic energy around him flowed back to his body like wind and lingering clouds.
The limbs and trunk are like inflated balloons, rapidly expanding.
A strong sense of threat surged into Li Ang's heart,
In the blink of an eye, the body of the Demon Buddha has expanded to several times its original size, and his elbows and knees are almost bursting from the Moss. Even so, he is still absorbing the surrounding demonic energy.
There is no doubt that after determining that he had no chance of survival, Mofo made the choice to self-destruct.
The alarm bells were ringing in Li Ang's mind. Even without using Mo Si to sense it, he could still detect the terrifying fluctuations of spiritual energy brewing in the body of the Demon Buddha.
If you throw the opponent into the air, you will not be hurt, but the evil energy will definitely spread to a hundred miles around Lingtai Mountain.
This is no joke,
Based on the state of the demon Buddha during his lifetime and the attributes of demons, the demonic energy that escapes after his death can completely transform the beasts and living people he comes into contact with into monsters.
The real scope of harm will be doubled or even several times expanded.
That's why Patriarch Jialan and the sages in the Academy's books generally sealed and suppressed the great demons. They were afraid of this.
And if you bury the demon Buddha in the ground, the result will not be much better.
The overflowing evil energy will flow along the underground water, drifting freely, harming the state capitals farther away, and turning innocent people who drink the local spring water into monsters.
Even though this was actually the Central Plains three hundred years ago and not the era Li Ang lived in, he still didn't want to see this happen.
Therefore, only one last option remains...
A cold light flashed in Li Ang's eyes. He stepped heavily on the ground, flapped his wings, and jumped into the air, keeping his head down and his feet up.
At the same time, the shape of the ink silk is changed,
The chainsaw filaments used to cut the demon Buddha turn into a cage shape on the inside and a drill bit on the outside.
It is pulled by silk thread in the middle and drills rapidly underground.
Rumble——
The drill bit dug all the way down and finally reached the very depths of the ground.
At this time, Li Ang was standing on the surface, transmitting a large amount of ink silk to the structure of the underground drill through the middle silk thread, constantly reinforcing the devil's cage.
Finally....
Boom!!!
The remains of the demon Buddha exploded in the cage, and huge energy was transmitted through the surrounding ink to the surrounding soil.
The entire rock formation shook and shook.
The remaining buildings of the Jialan Sect on the surface suffered heavy damage again, and the few remaining walls collapsed. Only the main hall was still intact.
The smoke gradually dispersed, and Li Ang still stood there.
Due to transporting too much ink, his body became... a little miserable.
The torso is only a skeleton, and the wings are only skeletons. It looks more like a ferocious demon.
"Shasha——"
A large number of ink threads that had been blown away before crawled out from the ruins, blood, and sand, and flowed back into the body of the nameless demon.
Including the part deep underground that serves as a cage——
The power of Mo Buddha's final self-destruction was so great that it destroyed a large part of the previously indestructible Mo Si.
Fortunately, the sealed explosion space also consumed 99% of the demonic energy.
There is a little bit of demonic energy left, which cannot cause large-scale pollution.
This time, it’s really over.
Li Ang looked around at the tragic ruins and silently took back the silk thread.
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In the hall, the old scholar surnamed Lu was still leaning on the Buddhist altar table and lying on the ground.
Under the dual influence of the Xumi Hourglass and the Sands of Time,
His face sometimes has deep wrinkles and gray hair.
Sometimes it is in full bloom and full of vitality.
But after all, we are still getting older.
And because he personally released the demon Buddha and had close contact with the demonic energy, his limbs also suffered distortions.
The hands, feet, and limbs were swollen, and huge ear-shaped tumors grew on both sides of the head, resembling the body of the demon Buddha.
Tap tap tap.
The sound of footsteps comes from far to near,
Li Ang climbed up the steps and stood outside the steps, looking at the old scholar who was aging and changing in the palace, and took a deep breath.
He originally wanted to ask the other party if it was worth it.
He turns into a demon and gradually loses his mind. Even after death, his soul is destined to be scattered and he will never be reincarnated.
The words came to my lips, but I couldn't say them out.
He silently raised his hand and threw two bloody objects into the palace.
That is the corpse of suffering and enlightenment.
They failed to survive the aftermath of the battle between Mo Buddha and Li Ang, and died in the ruins together with other monks.
The dignified leader of the Zen sect ended up in such a miserable state. He had no golden body rituals, no water and land ashram. When he died, his cassock was broken and his limbs were mutilated.
So far, there is no Jialan Sect in the world.
"..."
The old scholar looked at the two corpses on the ground, slowly raised his head, and glanced at Li Ang.
The expressions in the eyes flowed, first relief, then hesitation.
He opened his mouth to try to say something,
However, his demonized body made it impossible for him to organize complete words. He could only raise his palms with great difficulty and waved towards the front of his neck.
Deep in the eyes, a glimmer of request flashed.
With a mortal body, the cost of activating the Sumeru Hourglass is so great that it cannot be reversed even with the sands of time.
Li Ang understood what the old scholar meant and strode into the palace.
The time domain of Sumeru's hourglass fluctuated like water ripples, but it failed to hinder his progress.
He walked all the way to the old scholar, the ink on his palm stretched and changed, condensing into the shape of a long sword.
Swing the sword and behead.
This chapter has been completed!